Tell Me It’s Right (Sweetspire #1)

Chapter 36

Chapter Thirty-Six

LIAM

Nothing has ever looked better than a breathless and disheveled Gracie Collins in my bed. Her hair is mussed from all the times I’ve run my hands through it, her lip gloss smeared from my inability to stop kissing her.

And that fucking dress.

I’ve been holding on to my sanity by a thread since the moment I watched her walk in the door. It’s thin and silky and hugs her body in ways that shouldn’t be legal.

I grab her legs and pull her to the edge of the bed, then sink to my knees.

“You comfortable?” I ask as I trail my lips from her ankle to the inside of her knee.

She hums as I slowly drag my hands up the sides of her legs, taking her skirt with them.

“Good.” I kiss her inner thigh, her hip. “Because we’re going to be here a while.”

She watches me as I slip my thumbs beneath her underwear and slide them down her legs, both of us already breathing hard. Has she thought about this as much as I have? Because I’ve been desperate for this long before tonight.

Despite the brave face, I can tell she’s nervous by the tension in her body, the slight tremor of her hands. Slowly, I slide my hands up her legs, trying to let her get used to my touch, and rise up to kiss her. She kisses me back, her lips fitting perfectly against mine, and she traces her hands over my chest in a way that has me shivering.

Slowly, I work my way down her body, kissing her chest, her arms, her hips. I take one of her hands with me, link my fingers through hers, and leave them pressed against her stomach.

I nudge her legs open farther once I’m on my knees and hesitate. I don’t ever want to forget a single detail of this moment.

She squirms under my stare, and a half smile rises to my lips. Then finally, I take her pussy in my mouth. She sucks in a sharp breath as I trace her with my tongue, and I let out a low groan at how exquisite she tastes. I was already planning on being down here a good long while, but fuck , I could do this all night.

I start slow, searching for what feels good for her. And it’s so goddamn hot that she’s not shy about it at all. The breaths, the moans—there’s absolutely no mistaking when she likes it.

I test sliding a finger inside of her, and her hips lift to meet my hand like she’d been waiting for it. I grin against her clit—that’s my fucking girl—and gradually quicken my pace, then add a second.

Her chest heaves as her breaths quicken, and it’s all I can do to just watch her. I don’t know what this girl is doing with me, but I’m sure as hell going to do everything I can to make it last.

“Liam,” she moans, her hand tightening around mine at the same time her pussy clenches around my fingers.

I ease off, slowing my pace, not wanting this to be over already. She lets out an impatient whine.

“I told you to get comfortable.”

She laughs breathlessly.

“I’m just getting started.”

“Liam— oh .” Whatever she was going to say disappears into her moan as I dive back in, my strokes harder, faster.

I’m caught between how badly I want to watch her come and selfishly wanting to wait until I’m inside of her for her to do it. Hopefully she’ll be up for both. She might never have had sex before tonight, but I read some of those books of hers—parts of them, at least—and I think it’s fair to assume there’s a lot more to Gracie Collins than meets the eye in this department.

“Oh God,” she gasps. “Please don’t stop.”

She still hasn’t let go of my hand, and I tighten my fingers around her, silently promising not to since my mouth is currently too preoccupied to respond. My own impatience wins, and this time when I feel her toeing the edge, I don’t back down. I keep my pace steady as I stroke her inner walls, my tongue tracing the same circle until I have her shaking beneath me.

Her other hand tangles in my hair as she comes, holding me to her. All I care about is the way my name spills from her lips, over and over and over again like it’s the only word she can remember. I want to brand the sound of it on my soul, to let her dig so far into my chest, there’s no shadow or corner she hasn’t touched.

I could do that a thousand times, and I still wouldn’t get enough. I ease off when she starts to shrink away, redirecting my kisses to her inner thighs, her hips—any inch of skin I can get my hands on.

“You have no idea what you do to me, do you, Gracie?” I murmur against her stomach.

She hums and runs her fingers through my hair.

“Come here.” I tug her into a seated position and wind my arms around her, searching for the zipper on her dress. She goes for my belt at the same time, and our movements turn frantic, desperately trying to peel off the remaining layers between us.

Any hesitation I’d sensed from her on the couch is gone now. I frame her jaw with my thumbs, tilting her face up to me. “You’re sure?”

She smiles softly and lays her hands over mine. “Yes.”

If anything, I think I’m more nervous than she is. I’ve never been someone’s first before, and she deserves for this to be perfect.

She presses her forehead to mine, and the way she looks into my eyes, it’s like she can hear what I’m thinking.

“I wouldn’t want it to be with anyone but you,” she whispers.

She situates herself on the bed as I rifle through the nightstand for a condom. She watches with her teeth sunk into her lower lip as I kneel before her and roll it onto myself, a small wrinkle forming in her forehead. She gets a little tense as I lean over her, so I kiss her slowly, deeply.

“You’re in control here, Gracie,” I whisper against her lips. “Nothing happens a moment before you want it to, okay? I’ve got all night.”

I go back to kissing her jaw, her neck, her perfect little breasts. She looses a shaky breath, her hands on my arms, and I trail my fingers between her legs, testing to see if she’s still too sensitive or if I can start rubbing her clit again. If I can’t, I don’t know how else to help make this not hurt other than making sure she’s as relaxed as possible. And I really, really don’t want to hurt her.

“Liam?” she whispers.

I pull back enough to look at her face, and she brushes her thumb between my eyebrows, smoothing the muscle there.

“It’s okay. You’re not going to break me.”

“I just want this to be good for you.” I shake my head. I want it to be a hell of a lot better than that. “Better than good.”

I can’t quite figure out that look in her eye as she smiles up at me. “It already is.”